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a teratophilia drabble blog. send requests/prompts!

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Ohhh. Or imagine getting your MONSTER boyfriend into sounding. I can just imagine their huge cock taking a sounding rod beautifully. They'd be so desperate and whiny. I have a thing for having giant beasts becoming a desperate puddle of goo for me. On one hand I just want to take care of them and make them feel nice. On the other hand I also want them to get so desperate they can't stand it, and when I finally let up with the torture, they completely ravage me.

filled herei hope you like this anon, i’ve never written sounding before! 

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minotaur bf; nsfw

This is a nsfw drabble with a request for Sounding. 

Damián lays still and perfect on his immensely huge bed. You can spread out like a starfish and fit on it twice, at lease. Still, when he lays in it, it looks like an averagely sized bed; the immensity of him is amazing. He’s over 8 feet tall, and his massive horns stretch a good four feet across. The warm caramel of his skin and fur seem to glow against your pale sheets, and his adorable pink tongue flicks up and over his nose in a nervous gesture you know he hates to make. 

His hooves scrabble a bit against the sheets as you circle the bed, smoothing the sheets and simply watching. His hands rest against his horns, giving you a beautiful show of his biceps and pecs, and his dark, glimmering eyes follow you around the room, long thick lashes casting shadows. Damián breathes in deeply, and you can see him struggling to stay still, to be obedient. You retrieve the large velvet bag from your closet, and as the metal inside clinks, you dart your eyes over just in time to see Damián’s squeeze shut, his body racking with a little shiver. You carry the bag to his bed, stroking over the coarse yet soft fur of his legs, and he gives a little snort, eyes opening to train on you again. His gaze feels heavy on your skin, as though he’s running his strong hands along your skin instead of simply looking at you. You give a sly little smile, and rake your eyes over him in return, watching as he preens under the attention. You reach into the bag, and with only the smallest twitch of your brows he's sent scrambling, wrinkling the sheets as he rushes to kneel in front of you, bowing his head to appear smaller; though that’s an impossible feat. You still have to reach up onto your tiptoes to run your fingers along the bands of shiny metal around his horns. You run your nails along the edges, and he shivers briefly before visible inhaling and stilling once more. He dips his head further to brush his cool nose against yours, the heavy metal pierced there pushing into your upper lip. You reach into the bag and pull out the first article there; a thick leather collar, tall enough that when you buckle it around his neck it make it hard for him to look down; and that restraint is what thrills you almost more than the sight of him in it, then the mark of ownership it so obviously is. 

You kiss the point of Damián’s throat where his caramel fur meets his dark skin, rubbing your lips to the softness there. You can feel Damián groan low in his throat, and know he's starting to slip into the comfortable haze of trust and submission. You reach back to buckle the collar, and Damián sways closer to make the reach easier for you. You drag your fingers along the leather as you pull back, meeting his eyes. His arms relax limply to his side, and he closes his eyes once again. You reach for the remaining piece in the bag; a set of straps that you begin to restrain him with. Damián’s arms raise up without you needing to even ask, and you reward him with a kiss before strapping the leather around his huge chest. You gesture with a nod at him, and his arms fall back to sides, shoulders rolling once. You strap his biceps in next, keeping them close to his chest. Finally, you take his hands in yours, raising them up for a kiss, and briefly taking the thick tips into your mouth with a quick suck. Damián full on whimpers, and the suction is broken by your grin. You push his hands to his chest, and secure the final straps around his wrists. You take one bound wrist in each hand; although your hands can’t really wrap around his wrists with how huge they are; and you push him onto the bed gently, onto his back. 

As soon as you do, you can’t help but chuckle as you see the pretty pink head of his beginning to peak out of his sheath. You run you fingertips over the soft, smooth tip, dipping into his sheath and he groans again, growing harder under your touch. You crawl onto the bed, kneeling next to him and beginning to stroke. His cock is huge, and you have to wrap both hands around it to give him firm strokes, the pink skin so warm under your hands. Damián moans low, and long, and it doesn’t take much time for him to get hard, his cock slick and so very smooth in your hands.

“You’re getting so wet for me.” You rub your thumb over the precum on the flat head of his cock, and then bring it up to your mouth. Damián’s hips buck up minutely, the muscles of his legs straining with the effort of holding still. 

“Please, pleasepleaseplease.” The begging falls so easily from his mouth, his please bleeding into just whimpers of your name. You lean down and lick along the length of his cock, leaving open mouthed kisses along the sides. Damián whispers out a soft ‘thank you’ in such an awed, loving tone that it sends a wonderful twinge to your stomach. You suck on the head, though it barely fits in your mouth, and press your tongue to the slit. Damián whimpers, and you can hear him breathing heavily through his nose. You pull off and reach into the bag, pulling out lube and a soft parcel. You unroll the parcel onto his muscled stomach, and watch it bob as Damián breathes in and out quickly, excited. 

There are four sounding rods now spread out across his stomach, each in thier own little pouch. You trail your fingers over the handles, considering. You decided on one that’s a medium width, deciding you’d rather play as opposed to slowly work your way through something. You reach out and start pumping a generous amount of lube into your hand to spread along the rod, getting it dripping onto the sheets. You then rub your hand over Damián’s cock again, urging out more moans from him. You load up a little more lube and begin to carefully rub into the slit of his cock, although it is already slick with lube. You grasp Damián's cock with one hand, and lift the sounding rod with the other; teasing the head with the end of it, swirling it around and dragging it across the slit. You can see Damián’s horns shift as he tries to look down and see what you’re doing; but the collar on his prevents him from tilting his head down. You slowly, carefully, insert the end of the rod into his slit, and the moan that comes is long, a little higher than his usual. 

“Yes.” He murmurs quietly, thigh muscles twitching. 

You slowly, agonizingly slowly, let the rod slide into his slit, pressing deeper and deeper. You feel a warm flush run over you, watching this huge, strong, and intimidating creature become perfectly still putty under your hands. You stroke slowly up and down his cock, not applying much pressure, as you focus on sliding the rod deeper and deeper into his cock. Damián’s moans and whimpers flow from him like a stream, You start to thrust the rod up and down carefully, watching the quaking of Damián’s muscles as you do. 

You start to hold the rod still, stroking a little firmer, and then press it in deeper, and a little deeper still, watching as his cock swallows it down. Damián lets out a long moan, hitching into a gasp, and you let the rod rest there, focusing on stroking. You feel your own want throbbing, but it’s set aside as you watch the spectacle unfolding before you. A shiver racks through Damián’s shoulders, and you know it’s time. You let the rod slide as deep as it can; and Damián’s voice cracks as he moans. “Cum for me, Damián.” And you slide the rod out of his cock, and the moment it’s free he cums; hips thrusting as he hooves scramble on the sheets, his head thrown back as he bellows. 

You hear a ripping noise, and can’t help but let out an incredulous little laugh. You stroke him through his orgasm, setting the rod to the side and sliding up his body to kiss him deeply. He kisses you deeply, and desperately, whimpering your name as his hips continue to buck. He’s murmuring praise and thanks to you, licking deep into your mouth. 

Sure enough, when you pull back from kiss to stare into his slightly wet eyes, you can see where he’s gouged into one of the pillows, stuffing leaking out of the tear. 

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hello sweetie!!! could you write me a cutie pie gargoyle bf? <3 <3 <3

filled here I hope you like Ausilio!!! The reader is a bit specific- let me know if you’d like a diff. direction!

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gargoyle bf: Ausilio (sfw)

gargoyle bf; a meet-cute.

The city is vast, although from the window of your tiny apartment it looks tiny; a little grey maze way like looking into the glass of an ant-farm. Which is exactly how you, with your zero sense of direction and rapidly draining cell phone battery, find yourself clutching the patisserie bag a little tighter in your fist. You’re annoyed with yourself, and with the tall buildings blocking out the light from setting sun and making it darker, faster. You bite your lip, annoyed, and peer down the dauntingly narrow alleys around you. There’s a loud thump that makes you jump, but no matter how much you squint down the alleys, or up to the roofs, you can't see anything. There’s a shout and then loud laughter in the distance that makes you pick up your pace, ankle twisting a bit on the cobblestone. 

You take a couple of side streets, still trying to find the main one that will help you orient yourself, you keep your stride confident, although you feel yourself blushing a bit as you start to get upset that you’ve let this happen. As if traveling to a new city alone wasn’t already a stupid idea, you didn't even bring something to keep you phone, your only way to keep yourself safe, from dying. There's another noise, like something heavy dragging on stone, which brings your eyes up to the darkened sky again. Odd. And then, something catches your eye. In the warm light of one of the streetlights ahead, a paper is fluttering down to the ground. Brows furrowing, you step toward it, curious. You don't see any open windows, and it’s not very breezy, so you don’t know where this paper could’ve come from. You pick it up with curiosity, and the paper is soft against your fingers, in a way you’ve never really felt before. You turn it over, running your fingers over the texture; all the edges are worn and ragged, except for one smoothly cut side, as though it’s been cut with a razor out of a book. On the other side is a beautiful and rather meticulously drawn overview of what you can only assume is the city. There are no words written on it, but the buildings are immaculate, and in fact, you think you recognize the spires on one from a cathedral near your apartment. You'd think nothing of it, really, other than how peculiar it was to find this gem in an alley, except…. Except that on some of the alleys, drawn like a path, is fresh ink. It’s soft blue ink, and it starts with a small circle, traces it's way through the streets, and ends with an X; and X right near the cathedral that’s across from your apartment. You press a nervous finger to the X, and can’t help the exclamation that happens when it comes away wet with ink. You jerk away from the map as though the paper could possibly threaten you. You whip around in a circle, eyes darting around, but there's nothing and no one in sight. You clutch the paper close, eyes following the path again, teeth pressing into your lip hard. The city is ancient, and surely filled with ancient magic; you tell yourself; and truly you don't feel threatened… so you take the gift for what it is, and start following the path provided, hyper vigilant and breathing as carefully and quietly as you can muster. Sure enough, you end up outside your apartment building, standing on the stoop and staring intently at the spires of the cathedral. You look at the map again, then back across the streets. You eyes settle on the first thing that catches them;  the profile of a rather bored looking Gargoyle on the church. His elbow is on his knee, and he looks out over the city as if babysitting a particularly boring child. 

“Thank you.” You call quietly; someone had to be looking out for you, just like the church’s metaphorical watch dog. 

You end up pinning the map to the wall in your bedroom, and whirl of your fingerprint saved in the ink reminds you of the wonder you felt as the paper drifted to the ground. 

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You spend a lot of time exploring, and a lot of time simply sitting in your window, eating amazing treats and wondering at the beauty of the city. You’re lonely, though the locals are extremely welcoming and friendly; and you end up talking to a lot of pigeons and statues under your breath as a result.But you’re happy, for the first time in a long time, and content. 

About a week later, as you learn the streets and get more confident in the city, you go to your normal window seat and notice something wedged in the window sill. You wrench it up with some difficulty, the old wood sticking, to find a little folded square of paper. You feel your eyes widen, and you bring the paper into your room, unfolding it with nervous fingers. Inside is a sketch of you, in a rather cute outfit from a few days ago, as well as quite a few detailed closeups of your hands, your eyes, and you curled up in the window. There are also, around the edges, little sketches of food and drinks you’ve had recently. 

It’s beautiful, though it does make you a little nervous, both to be the center of attention and to have it at your window; but there’s no balcony, which is both terrifying and reassuring. You trace your fingers along the curve of your own legs, and then around the rim of a rather delicious latte you’d had, you think, just yesterday. You get an idea, and head out quickly; hair a mess; to the deli you’ve become fond of. You have to job a bit when there aren’t people nearby, but you make it just before they close.

As you stumble in through the door, you crack open the window again, and set out a still warm loaf of bread and an iced cup of rose tea. You also balance, carefully, an immaculate slice of chocolate cake and some strawberries. You hold the edge of the plate carefully, and lean out the window. 

“Thank you for the drawings, they’re amazing. I noticed you seemed to like the food I’d been having, so I got you some. Please, enjoy.” You call out, quietly, into the night. Then you turn away, leaving the window open and sit again in your window seat, waiting on baited breath. For what feels like hours, you wait, until, suddenly, the window shakes a bit, and there's that familiar scraping sound. You get goosebumps, and can’t bring yourself to turn your head yet. You swallow, hesitate, and then gather all of your courage. 

“I-I hope it's still warm. I hope you like it.”  You bite your lip and wait, feeling a bit stupid. 

“It’s too much, but thank you. I had not wanted anything in return.” You can't help but gasp; the voice that carries into your window is nearly a whisper, but it’s a deep baritone, and so, so gravely. It rumbles through you like leaning on a speaker.

You shake your nerves, and turn to see a large, dark hand reach to slice off a piece of bread with two claws in a pinching motion. You watch, shocked, and follow that dark hands as it rains the bread chunk to a stone mouth; one that opens to show a large thick tongue and rows of sharp teeth, two fangs large and thick and pressing into a thin bottom lip. He looks bored, his brow sculpted into a neutral look, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips as he tastes the bread. It’s the Gargoyle, you realize, and with a careful shift, you can see past the curve of a large wing and see the empty space where he once sat. As if sensing your gaze for the first time, his head turns slowly toward you and he looks suddenly bashful. You take the moment to push forward, afraid he’ll flee. 

“Your art is amazing, I’m flattered that you would draw me… and thank you, again, for the map.” You can hear the words shake a bit, but you’re proud of yourself for getting them out. 

“Oh- it’s not- not really. But thank you; I just- I watch. That’s all i can do during the day, so at night, well, I can't really do anything at night either- so I-I draw what I've seen, and who’ve I seen. I- I noticed you when you moved in so I remembered you when you got lost that night.” His voice also seems nervous, which sounds odd in his deep voice. His tone also sounds bored, but it wavers with nerves as well, as he stumbles over his words. You’d bet if he could- he’d be blushing. You smile, and he continues, rambling. 

“And I- I can’t really eat; I don’t need to so it doesn’t matter but- I can actually taste and- well, obviously, I can't just go buy it so I- well, I just really appreciate this. Would you like any?” 

You shake your head, and the grin on your face nearly makes you cheeks sore. He shuffles on huge feet, and you feel grateful he’s in a little toga-like garment, as you stare at his firm muscles. 

“No, thank you. I just realized I haven’t introduced myself, I’m sorry.” You reach out a hand, and watch as an emotion almost like surprise flits over his strong features. He takes your hand gently, as though he thinks he might crush your hand, cradling it like a babies. With a shock, you realize he probably could. His hand is cold, but the texture is much smoother than you expected.  

“My name is Ausilio.”  He grins at you, in return, and suddenly, the cloud of loneliness melts away, and your hand in his feels like home. 

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Holy SHIT I love your blog! Are you still taking requests? If so, how about a big ol water monster? Or maybe some in the woods, something ancient and powerful?

filled hereI combined the two, both water and woods, so I hope you enjoy!!Also, thank youuuuu! I’m so flattered. I hope you like Cern!ps: i imagine their eyes look like David’s, just made of solid gold. <3

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water/forest Spirit; sfw

big ol water monster? Or maybe some in the woods, something ancient and powerful?; inspired in part by Cernunnos

You had to get into nature as soon as possible. You could feel the way your body craved the fresh air, and sunlight, and the current of anxiety running through you from being trapped in buildings all week. You tied up your laces tight, gather some supplies into a backpack; some water bottles snacks; and a few garbage bags. The wood paths you loved to trail had become tragically littered over the last year, but you didn’t mind putting in a little effort to save the trails you loved so much. It was odd how littered they were, because you'd never seen another person walking them; though there were always bike trails and footprints. It felt safe and cozy in the woods; far safer, somehow, then when you walked the city streets, even though they were far more isolated. You paused at the edge of the forest to spray on some bug spray, and get settled for your hike. You got your headphones in, flicking to your favorite hiking playlist. You’d also figured out to tie the garbage bag to your belt loop; it kept your hands free and the garbage you did pick up never got very heavy.

You started on the path, snatching up a couple of plastic wrappers as you went. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, sending a glittery, shimmery look along the path. It felt truly magical, and you paused just to look around; taking in the almost cool smell of the forest, the soft dew still on the shadowed areas and the mossy branches. A bit of movement caught your eye, and you wanted the mossy branches of a tree in the distance sway, as though with the breeze, though you didn’t feel it. You smiled, a childish part of your mind felt as though the trees were waving to you. You blew them a little kiss, giggling, and continue on your walk. 

You kept walking for a while, letting you fingers trail over the plants and tree trunks, stopping occasionally to take in the residents of the forest; watching a spider make it’s web, time slipping away as you watched in awe, and little birds flitting about. You stepped carefully as the path become less travelled, aware of the small creatures that could be hiding in the brush. A glimmer of sunlight and movement caught your eye once again; but once more it was just swaying branches. A shiver ran up your spine as you stared out into the deeper parts of the woods. You couldn’t see anything out of place, or anything  that even seemed to be out here except for you and a few birds. And that was the most unsettling part of it; you couldn't shake the feeling of another presence on the path, and yet there was absolutely nothing. And then as quickly as the feeling appeared it was gone again, and you rushed a long a bit quicker than you had before. You were drawn from the path by the sound of chirping and croaking frogs; you carefully brushed aside some of the taller plants, carefully not to break any stems. You came to a large clearing containing an algae filled pond. You could see the ripples as frogs entered and exited the water, and you found a large flatfish rock that you climbed to the top of; taking a break for lunch. You settled in, grinning and some rather large ants crawled over to take away from crumbs. It reminded you of Bug's Life, and you imaged the little colony celebrating the brave ants who found these fresh morsels. When you finished with your lunch you started a slow walk around the pond, sighing with anger at the piles of garbage and bottles that were gathered on the edges of the water. You startled when one of the bottles you picked up had a little salamander hiding inside. You look it to a log nearby and crouched down, nose wrinkling as your knees got a little damp. You slowly started to tilt the bottle, slowing speaking to the salamander as you tried to coax it out. Your concern grew as it scrambled in the wrong direction, hiding at the bottom of the bottle. You made a little noise of frustration, gently tapping the bottom in an attempt to get the little guy to go in the other direction. You heard the water behind you rippling, before a dark shadow fell over you. You looked up the sky, wondering if a storm had rolled in when you weren't paying attention, but the sky was still bright in the distance, sun sparkling. 

“It will be nightfall, soon, though.” 

The thought came unbidden; and then with a jolt you realized it wasn't a thought at all. You hands started to shake, and you made eye contact with the salamander who seemed relaxed in the bottom of the bottle you were holding.  You turned to look over your shoulder slowly, and fell back onto the damp ground, scrambling back until you back hit the log behind you. You clutch the water bottle to your chest, eyes wide and cheeks feeling hot. There were a huge set of antlers rising up from the pond, coated in moss and algae, and what appeared to be plants simply growing from the surface. Beneath them was a face that looks like it was made of bark, though what caught your attention the most were the eyes; pure gold, no pupil or iris visible, but detailed with them, as though they’d been carved. The water barely rippled, and so you were shocked to see that the figure had come even closer; it was shockingly human up close, and that thought made you give an incredulous laugh. A long thin arm reached out from the water, fingers eerily long and knuckles knobby. The hand wrapped around yours, carefully taking the bottle from your hand. You were confused that the hand wasn’t wet, despite having just come out of the water. It were huge; one of their hands easily dwarfing both of yours together. It placed one finger at the end of the bottle, and the salamander quickly ran out, crawling up it’s huge arm. The… spirit, you supposed, reached back out with the bottle and you took it with shaky fingers. You were still in a state of shock, but you slowly took the bottle and tucked it into your bag. 

“Spirit, I suppose, is appropriate.” Their voice was a soft whisper, like the rustle of wind thought he leaves. “I am the Watcher of these woods. As such, I was alerted to your presence by my inhabitants; the purity of your actions and truth of your joy are clear in your own spirit. While I appreciate  your actions, I cannot allow you to stay into the dark; and as such decided to offer some assistance with this troublemaker.” 

Your mouth was dry, and you had to swallow twice before being able to speak. The longer you stared into this being’s eyes, the more you felt like you weren’t even in your own body, like the world was drifting away and leaving nothing but those solid, shimmering eyes. You finally managed to break away when the trees moved in your peripheral and you immediately snapped your eyes down to their neck instead.

"Thank you, ah-your Highness?” Your eyes followed along those long arms, and grinned as a dragonfly landed on one of their knuckles. Although the Spirit did not laugh, you felt amusement project into you, like warm sun on your skin. 

“You may refer to me as Cern. And you may return to these woods as you wish; no harm will come to you here. Other than that offered by nature, via the way of weather.” And then Cern sank once more beneath the water, again with basically no movement to anything around them, and their sudden disappearance had you scrambling to your feet to stare into the depths. There was no sign Cern had even been there; the algae still solid and unbroken on the surface. You still felt that tug of those beautiful eyes and you felt the urge to slide into the water. You jolted at the sound of breaking branches, and turned to see a deer with the branch of a berry much in it’s mouth. It leaned and set the berries on your bag; and then turned and sprinted away. 

You looked down and realized your feet were int he water; your sneakers soaked. You cursed under your breath and backed up slowly. You stared into the water for a long moment, then turned reluctantly to go and investigate what you could only assume was a gift. One thing was for sure; you’d be back.

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I've been thinking about having a cat monster/werecat boyfriend, with a lactation fetish. (fanfiction has ruined me... ). It would be something I got into just for him. It would feel so good to have that tension be released when your chest got ache and full. Them kneading you gently and putting, all the while gently rocking into you. Or imagine just imagine them starting it while your watching tv. You try to go as long as you can without getting super horny and jumping them.

filled here !!I’ve never written anything like this, so I hope it meets what you were hoping for!!! <3 

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Hey how’re you doing? It’s been a while since I saw your blog on my dash 😊

i’m alive again!! <3 and i’m doing really well, thank you!!

it’s been a long time, but i’m trying to pump out all the requests i’ve gotten, and I hope you all like them!

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werecat bf; nsfw

 lactation fetish; request

You’re lying on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work, and binging through your favorite show. You’ve seen it a million times, but it’s the perfect background noise to distract you from how long your day was. You can hear Nadim padding around in the kitchen, his claws clicking quietly on the tile, and your eyes start to droop. You’re still in your work clothes, though you’ve slid off your bra through the sleeves, annoyed with it. Your blinking slows, and you start to drift off, eyes still on the screen but slipping into light sleep. You hum, smiling, as you feel Nadim crawl onto the couch with you. His heavy head rests on your stomach, and after a moment you can feel the rumble of his purr through your whole body. You rest your eyes again, and let the warmth take you into sleep…

You come back to the room slowly, feeling still sleepy but suddenly much more uncomfortable. Your chest is tight and aching, and you groan as you shift; Nadim lifts his head to look at you, and you groan as his muzzle brushes against a nipple. His large paws rest against your breasts, fingers flexing to kneed at the softness there, carefully not to extend his claws too far. 

“Are you awake, beloved?” Nadim’s voice rolls over you, rumbly and deep. There’a a little lilt of excitement in his voice, and you can’t help but smirk. 

“Mmm, not really.” You murmur, smiling.

But you sit up just enough to pull off your shirt, anyway. Your chest is bare and your nipples immediately harden as the cold air touches them. You pet Nadim’s head, burying your fingers in the golden fur. You guide his muzzle to your chest, and he rests it between your breasts for a moment, his whiskers tickling your bare skin. You feel the soft scrape of his nose, as he rubs it against you. 

“Go on, Nadim.” You relax again, eyes falling shut and scratching your nails beneath his ears. You love the weight of him in your lap, the warmth he brings, and the rumble of his purr. 

His tongue immediately slides out of his mouth, rasping up the valley between your breasts. It’s sandpapery but gentle, and sends a shiver up your spine. This is not how you imagined your life going, spending your day on your back with a were-cat suckling at your breast; but damn if isn’t all you can picture now. His paws come up to knead against you again, pushing your breasts together against his mouth. He starts rubbing his mouth over your nipple, squeezing and pulling at your breast until milk starts to bead up, and you watch his fur dampen with it. His tongue runs over your breast and up the nipple, and the first lick he moans loud, deep and rumbling, and rasps his tongue over your nipple again, over and over. Milk flows freely, and you can see it catching in the grooves of his tongue, bright white against the soft pink.

Your eyes droop as you look down at him, and as you skin starts to feel a little raw and over-sensitized, you dig your nails into his fur and pull. Nadim whines, a slight snarl on his face, his mouth open and panting; he’s drooling a bit, a milky mix dripping onto your stomach. HIs big yellow eyes look up at you, desperate, and he licks his muzzle, catching and leftover smears of milk. You simply smile, face flushed and warm and getting very, very wet, and tug his fur a bit as you lead his mouth to your other side. You use his fur to move his head, and he keeps his tongue out and relaxed as you move it to your nipple. 

He groans, and you feel a thrill as the vibration in his chest rumbles. Another episode starts, and you let yourself focus on that as he start to suckle, the fur of his maw wet and cool on your skin. A particularly hard suck has you arching, and you can feel the hardness of Nadim’s cock on your leg. He makes a little chirrup against you, laving wet kisses and long licks over your breast. He looks desperate as he sucks, paws kneading on the sides of your breasts again. You simple shift against his bulge again before relaxing back again, and even though he whines again he returns his full attention to your breast. You’re not sure how long he licks at your breast again, but eventually the rasp of his tongue leaves a little trail of tingling, burning, and you press your fingers to the top of nose, just above the soft pink, to get his attention. His eyes snap open and meet yours, and you give a slight nod.

He jerks to your mouth immediately, pressing kisses in the same manner he suckled from you; open mouthed and licking into your mouth. You can taste a hint of your own milk, and the sharpness of his teeth, and you give a little shimmy. He pulls back slightly, panting, and you arch again. He takes the hint and starts pulling off your bottoms immediately, and when he slides off your panties and sees the wetness there he moans out load; and brings your panties to his mouth, tongue catching on the soft fabric.

“Nadim.” His name comes out as a whimper, and you can feel how slick you are. He sits up for a moment, and you marvel at his pink cock emerged from his sheath; it’s not barbed so much as ribbed for your pleasure, something you adore. 

Nadim slides his hands under your thighs, pulling you into his lap where he’s kneeling on the couch. You settle on the cushions, squeezing your own breasts and feeling more droplets sliding between your fingers. Nadim’s muzzle raises in a snarl so you can see his sharp fangs, and then he's sliding into you, slowly and carefully. Your thighs flex in his grasp, hips raising to make the penetration easier. He fully settles inside you, eyes trained carefully on the drops and smears of milk between your fingers and running down your chest. His pupils shift from huge to tiny slivers, and he thrusts into you a few more times, gently and sweet. You close your eyes and moan, biting your bottom lip. You’re already getting close, over sensitive and throbbing for release. 

Nadim leans down again, licking over your hands and drawing your fingers into his mouth. You play with his tongue, cleaning your fingers off with it, rubbing at his gums. He starts fucking into you hard, and fast, clutching your sides and guiding you up and down on his cock. You cutch his ears in your wet hands, and let him take control. He immediately presses his mouth to your breast again, sucking on both your nipple and the soft flesh, lapping all the spilled milk into his mouth again. His purrs racket up in volume and you feel like you’re riding a motorcycle with the way he vibrates. 

One of his big paws travels down your side and then the rough pad of his thumb is rubbing circles onto your clit. You hips start bucking involuntarily, but Nadim’s tight grip on your side keeps you close and he snaps his hips into yours. His mouth travels to your other nipple again, giving it attention, as his thumb presses a little harder and slower. Your orgasm crashes into you sudden and hard, and you let out a stream of high and gasping calls of his name. 

His mouth leaves your nipple to again press to you mouth, and you suck on his tongue as he growls, hips snapping harder and with almost no rhythm now. You ride out your orgasm as his hits, and the shakes rush up and down your legs as he fills you. Nadim pulls out of you with no warning, and you clench around the emptiness, gasping. And then that rough tongue is pressing against your opening, laping up his cum and your slick. You quake and buck, writhing away from the rough tongue playing over your sensitive core. Just as quickly as he started he’s done, and as he lifts himself back up your body he lets his tongue trail along too, over your belly button and between your breasts. His arms wrap around you and then he flops onto his back, pulling you to rest on his chest. His fur is soft against your naked skin, and you drift back into the sleep you were craving; both of you now comfortable and content. 

[selfindulgences]

Ohh. Imagine going through your period for the first time after you starting dating your vampire bf. Oral for daayyys. What used to be miserable, is now something to look forward to. So many orgasms. Vampire boyfriend gets desperate and whiny. He needs you so bad. ;).

I hope you like Cornelius! He’s a bat-shaped vampire so I hope that works for you. <3Filled here

[selfindulgences]

Vampire Bat boyfriend; nsfw

Vampire boyfriend; oral on your period request.

I imagine Cornelius has a Welsh accent. 

There’s a gentle fluttering at your window, shaking the pane like a gentle wind. You sit up a little, squinting into the darkness. The window shakes with a rather loud thud, and there’s the scramble of claws against the wall of your house. You start to get out of bed, tossing your blankets out of the way. By the time you’re at the window, there’s a near frantic tapping on the glass. You wrench the curtains back and see a little pig like nose pressed to the glass, to wide, perfectly round black eyes staring in. Cornelius’ ears flicker back and forth, and you can see the glass steaming up a bit where his nose is pressed to it. 

“‘Helloooo!” He says, voice muffled and a little scratchy. 

You can see the glint of his fangs in the moonlight,  as he grins widely at you, crouching in your windowsill. You slid the window up, and his long arms stretch into the room, presenting you with a pizza box from your favorite shop; on top of it there’s a hastily wrapped present, covered in small puncture holes from his sharp claws. You take it from him, giggling, as he wiggles his way in through the small window. He fits his head and shoulders through, and then braces his arms on the ground and he shimmies his wings through, and you watch in awe as they spread across nearly the whole length of your room, stretching. The holes of his skinny jeans get caught on the wood of the sill, and he fails his legs around before using his wings to drag himself forward, finally landing with a thump on the ground.  He makes a series of distressed clicks and whistles, and you just laugh, settling the pizza box on your vanity. 

“What’s this, Cor?” You poke at the present, bouncing your eyebrows. He rolls over, kneeling next to your bed, wings settled around him in a crouch. 

“It’s for you, love!” His big ears twitch in excitement, claws playing with the loose strings of his jeans. He seems a little embarrassed, and you get the feeling he has something he wants to bring up, but won’t. Which is odd, because you spent all day yesterday curled up together on the couch, and you can only wonder what wormed it’s way into his sweet little brain between yesterday and tonight. “You can open it, or ehm, eat, first, if you wan’…” His big eyes glance at the table, then your hands, and then sweep over your bare legs, clad in your comfiest pj shorts and a loose tank. 

You can feel his eyes on you, and even though the darkness of the pupil take up most of his eye, making it hard to track what he's looking at, you know that it’s you and that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers and ears are both suspiciously twitchy, and your wonder at what he’s nervous about. Your thoughts are broken by a cramp making you tense up as you ride the wave, brow furrowing. You hate that your body is so distracting when your boyfriend seems to be upset by something, but you can’t help but focus in on the tension stressing your shoulders. Your nipples are tight and feel hot against your shirt and all your muscles feel drained and tired. Although seeing Cornelius on his knees in front you does spread warmth through you, your core feels sore and raw. As though sensing your thoughts, Cornelius’ eyes snap away from the hem of your little shorts, his tongue darting over one of his fangs, and he can’t meet your eyes. 

“Cor, hey.” Your voice is soft, curious, and you step closer to him to put a hand at the base of his ears, rubbing gently against the soft but coarse fur. He pressed his cute little nose to your stomach, breathing in deep.

“I’m sorry, love… you just smell… god, you smell so fuckin good, righ’ now, I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

The words send a jolt through you, and you bit your lip. You set your present down on the bed and slide both hands over his ears again. His hands come to rest on your hips, clawed thumbs rubbing little circles, and his nose slides down your tummy to press to the front of your shorts. You release your lip with a gasp, and Cornelius guides you to sit on your bed, turning to kneel toward you. You let him press you to the mattress, and lift your hips to let him slide down your shorts and simply cotton panties. There’s a little smear of blood on the crotch of them, and Cornelius lets out an involuntary little squeak. You shift, trusting him but still a little cautious, and a lot embarrassed. 

“Cornelius, I- what- what do you want?” You shift, thighs rubbing together, and you groan and he spreads your legs apart, resting your knees on the crook of his wings. You let your legs be held up by them, relaxing, the soft leathery feel of them cool on your warmed skin. Your comforter is soft under you, and Cornelius’ hands grasp your hips again.

“Jus’ a kiss, love, jus’ a taste. I’ll be right gentle, I know you’re sore.” His voice is raspy as ever, but he talks quick and desperate. His black eyes stare into yours, before you relax back against your bed, reaching a hand down to grasp at his ears. 

“You always are, Cor. Take care of me, baby.” As soon as you finish your sentence he’s pressing his face to your core, his nose huffing little breaths against you. His tongue darts out almost immediately, pressing straight to your hole. He laps over it gently, carefully, just barely dipping inside of you. You start humming, the warmth of his tongue soothing, and he chirrups back in response. You feel wet already, though if that’s true or just the blood pooling, you’re unsure. Cor grasps your hips a little tighter, claws just the softest pinprick into your skin, and he pressing his tongue deeper inside you, wiggling about in little licks. You have nothing to brace against, your legs hanging freely over his wings, but at the slightest twitch of your hips, Cor takes the hint; he grasps your hips tighter, using his hands to move you so that you mimic thrusting against his mouth. Your clit rubs against the soft folds of his nose, and you give a breathy whisper of his name. He whines, licking broad, long strokes over you. HIs tongue laves over your asshole, firm and warm, and you clench around nothing, whining. 

Cor pulls back slightly, and laps at the soft skin of the crease of your thigh, murmuring low and rough, one hand coming to press at your lower stomach, massaging carefully.

“I love you. You taste so sweet an’ so warm. You’re so amazing, fuck, I just, god wanna feel you, feel the rush, wanna keep you in this bed forever and just take care of you, keep you laying comfortable, bath you with my tongue forever.”

His tongue come back to lick your clit, and he sucks so, so gently, until you writhe, your head pressing into the pillows. You moan for him, pressing your fingers into his soft fur to encourage him closer again. He goes willingly, diving back into your hole, hands still pressing into your stomach. You feel so relaxed, but your drawing up tight and hot, the back of your knees sweaty on his wings.

You can hear, faintly, Cornelius swallow and squeak again, and you blush, the embarrassment mixing with the pleasure as he draws your fluids onto his tongue. He licks you deeply and his thumb comes to rub teasingly soft circles on your clit. You feel like you’ve been under his attention for a lifetime, like you really could stay here forever, and then the pleasure rises like a crescendo and you buck a little against him, and he presses down firm on your stomach, as you cum. You gush against his mouth, and you feel the firm columns of his fangs press into you as he presses even closer. He keeps licking and sucking at you as your legs shake over him, head tossing. You call out his name, over and over, but he keeps licking until there's nearly no taste of you left, all of it gathered up and onto his tongue. You lay staring at the ceiling, breathing heavy and grasping the blankets. Cor lifts your legs from his wings, stretching them out for you, and then lifts you carefully bridal style. He shuffles you to one arm, cradling you with his wing like hammock, and pulls the sheets back. You take the time to press lazy, open mouthed kisses against his face, pressing your own tongue to the wet fur of his cheek. He too shudders now, but settles you carefully in your bed. He stumbles off to your drawers and lifts out several pairs of your underwear, carefully scrutinizing them and playing with the fabric, before finally picking a soft a cotton pair. He slides them up your legs, uses his wings to lift your hips as he does. And then he’s curled around you, all soft fur and fabrics, the sharpness of his belt and claws a cooling presence on your skin. The two of you kiss for the first time that night, and he tastes like iron and your own sweet musk, and you only part when your stomach growls. Cornelius gives you a last, firm, kiss before prying himself away to get you a slice of pizza and your laptop. The pizza is cold, but your heart is warm.

[tonightweredrinkingfromthebong]

[selfindulgences]

werewolf bf; sfw

your bf is jealous silly pup.

a request; anon if you see this i hope it meets your expectations/hopes!

The full moon always makes you an emotional wreck. Benji is usually gone for a few days, not wanting to wreck the apartment when he goes feral. But even though he’s huge, and strong, and clever that doesn’t mean he’s invincible, and you can’t help worrying; imagining different worst case scenarios over and over. Even without all the worry, it’s hard for you to sleep without Benji, anyway; the solid form pressed against, his warmth, the quiet panting, and even the little leg kicks and twitches.

So during the phase, you usually end up staying with a friend, crashing on their couch after late nights of movies and snacks; sometimes never quite drifting off, but at least knowing you aren’t alone. This time, though, they had a surprise for you; a new puppy that was the sweetest, cuddliest little thing you’d ever seen. She was some kind of poodle mutt; a light chocolate brown covered in little curls. She’d crawled all over your legs and into your hoodie, and brought you every toy she had, including a few socks. It had been a fun few nights, you and your friends endlessly entertained with party games and trying to teach the puppy to howl.

You’d left having slept better than the last moons, and stopped at the grocery store on the way home. Benji would usually sleep for a solid few days after he got back; physically and mentally exhausted; and so you tried to tread quietly as you came home. You dropped the bags in the kitchen and then went to check on him. He’s laying in your bed on top of all the blankets, in only a pair of boxer briefs with tiny donuts printed on them. He’s always like a furnace, the thick white and grey fur over his body and face capturing all his body heat, and you leave a large bottle of water on the nightstand, and turn to angle the box fan on the floor toward him more. You hear shuffle behind you, and are surprised to hear Benji’s deep, rolling growl start.

When you turn around he’s sitting up the bed, on his haunches, lips pulled back over his sharp teeth as he snarls. His ears are pressed flat against his, but they quickly raise again as his eyes fall on you, and you can’t help but feel amused at the look of confusion that comes over his face, even as he continues to growl. You step forward and press your fingers to his gums, feeling the smooth sharpness of the roots of his teeth.

“Did I startle you?” You ask, amused. The touch is reminder, of your trust and your strength; you know that you are safe with him, but he knows he isn’t in charge here. He breathes in deeply, snarl fading and making his lips press into your fingers. You giggle, pulling them away and letting your hands rest on his neck, scratching your fingers into the soft fur there.

“No.” He says, just a hint of a growl in his words, but he sounds more petulant than agitated. He presses his cold wet nose to your throat, and you giggle as his quick sniffing tickles you. “Where have you been.”

The question is too flat to be a real question, and he won’t meet your eyes. He tilts his head this way and that, sniffing slowly, and again his lip curls back. You furrow your brow back, but still he won’t look at you. You suppose his expression is frightening, the kind of look they’d sculpt into a rubber mask for Halloween, but you can see the way his bottom lip pouts out; even if the submissive lack of eye contact hadn’t already been a dead giveaway. He’s pouting.

“The grocery store. Before that though, I was spending time with Paddington.” You can’t resist the teasing tone, but you climb onto the bed and into his lap to sooth the sting. He settles back, wrapping his arms around you, and presses your face into his mane. You can see his tail thumping with agitation into the mattress.

“Who is Paddington?” Benji tries hard to keep his tone neutral, but it’s vibrating with the growl in his throat. You reach up to rub his ears, thumbing the muscle at the base.

“A puppy. She’s so cute! She looks just like a little teddy bear, and she was so sweet, and so little!” You can’t help the ramble, but your amusement at Benji’s jealousy is cut a tiny bit short as he gives you the look, finally meeting your eyes.

The look is full blown puppy eyes, sad and wide, his amber eyes looking a little extra glossy. You’ve gotten little looks before, but nothing like this. Your heart clenches a bit, and you coo at him, sliding your hands through mane and cupping his face.

“Stop it, you big dork. I can’t believe you're jealous of a tiny puppy.” He turns his head slightly away, his eyes still on yours.

“I’m not. I’m glad you had an amazing time with a better dog than me. I’m sure she’s a very good girl, and that you’ll be happy together.” You roll your eyes, and even Benji can’t help but laugh a bit at his own dramatics.

You slide your hoodie over your head, and he slips it from your hand and tosses it across the room. You give him a gentle whack on the shoulder, and he grasps your hips and gives you an equally gentle toss into the air, catching you and flopping you onto your back on the bed. You kick a foot out, laughing, as he struggle to unbutton your jeans and pull them off too. He hovers you over for a minute, sniffing enough that he starts to sneeze, and then lays his weight over you, soft but heavy.

“You’re being ridiculous.” You huff, but Benji’s tail starts wagging, and he rubs his face all over yours.

“Yeah, well, you’re being smelly.” Benji whines as he drags his cold nose over yours.

You sputter a bit as his fur gets in your mouth, and you can see the gleeful, toothy grin on his face. He starts rolling across the bed, squashing over you as he goes, and you try to squirm away as he crushes you under his weight. You think the jealousy must’ve passed when he finally stops, but you’re quickly proven wrong when he straddles your waist, leaning in close with that toothy grin.

“You’ve done this to yourself.” He exclaims, and then he leans back, and let’s out a loud and long howl. It nearly makes your ears ring, and you shove your hands into the softness of his belly in an attempt to get him to stop.

He leans down, panting and happy, and you can see a gleam in those orange eyes that you know means trouble. He grins just a bit wider, and then before you know it he leans in even closer, and despite your wide eyes and desperate squirming to get away, his long, warm tongue drags over the side of your face. You plead to be let go between your gasping laughter, but he doesn’t relent until your hairline is damp, and his drool drips down your chin.

“Gross!” You moan out, cheeks hurting a bit from all the laughter, but you accept his kiss anyway. “You’re so gross. I smell like dog breath.”

“You do not. You smell great; like me!” You push at his shoulder again, and then pull him closer to snuggle in next to you.

“Go back to sleep, Benj. You need it.” You’re pretty sure there’s a carton of ice cream melting in a bag in the kitchen floor, but you suppose that can wait until the morning.

[selfindulgences]

Would you consider doing a fic in which a human woman agrees to carry her (lizard, fishy, insectoid, or alien, w/e) monster girlfriend's eggs? It could cover the actual oviposition, or be cute pregnancy fluff, whatever you would be up for.

filled here

I went insectoid, I hope you like it!

Sure thing! If anyone has a preference as to what kind of creature this fic is about let me know. 

[selfindulgences]

butterfly gf; nsfw

this is a fill for a request of oviposition/egg carrying!

Valéria is inspired by the white rayed metalmark butterfly. 

You were lounging in the bath, fingers playing with the flower petals floating on the surface. There were a multitude of rose petals, as well as tiny blue and white flowers, and the water smelled of the flowers, and of vanilla. Your skin felt incredibly soft, your cheeks rosy from the warmth, and you felt as though you could stay here forever. The only thing keeping you from falling asleep is the knot of anxiety, and excitement, in your chest. You slunk a little lower in the water, sliding your hands over the soft skin of your stomach. You pressed your fingertips in gently, watching the way they sunk into the flesh there. You wondered if after tonight, that would change.

“Are you certain you want to do this?” The voice that spoke was soft, concerned. You jolted from your thoughts, turning to see Valéria standing over the tub, wringing her hands. She moved so damn quietly, almost always startling you when you didn’t know she was coming.

“Will the babies move that quietly too?” You blurted out, unable to stop the thoughts from exiting your mouth. Valéria paused, her hands ceasing their wringing, and let out a quiet laugh. Her arms were thin and long, the same as her legs, and she balanced on tiny arched feet.

“As quietly as me, you mean? Yes. Although, today, I did knock.” She settled down next to the tub, her compounded black eyes boring into yours. Her eyes glinted with an almost bluish shine; they were hypnotizing.

“Oh. Sorry, I guess I was distracted.” You sit up slightly in the water, petals sticking your neck and breasts, and reach a damp hand to caress Valéria’s neck. She’s soft like velvet, solid black, exempt for the thick red stripes over her abdomen. She in turn presses a thin, delicate hand to your stomach, trailing around your bellybutton in a manner that almost tickles.

Her wings rested together behind her; there were four wings, each a dark black; the edges painted with white and the body of them streaked through with it. There are four large, bright red spots where the wings met her back, a bright shock of color.

“You are so beautiful.” Valéria’s voice breaks through your staring, always a quiet murmur, and you laugh.

“That’s what I was just thinking about you.” You rest your hand over hers in the bathwater, and smile up at her. “And of course I’m certain… I don’t think I’ve been more certain, actually. I love you, and I want to carry your eggs, and protect your brood-“

“Our brood, my sweet.” Valéria leans down to kiss you. Her thin, curled tongue is a gentle wisp against yours, and you already feel a jolt of arousal.

“Let’s go! I’m ready, I’m so, so ready.” You start to lift from the water, flowers sticking to your damp skin and splash water across the marble floor. Valéria laughs as well, reaching over to wrap you in a fluffy towel.  You rush to get a brush through your hair, and Valéria continues to pat dry your body as you do so, not bothering to pull off all the stuck petals.

You exit through the door into the bedroom, to the dip in floor that contains your huge mattress. It’s only when you step onto the bed that the gravity of the situation really hits you; and you can't be more excited. Valéria steps on quickly after you, her hands gliding over your sides. You turn in her arms and kiss her again, your nipples hardening as they brush against the velvety swell of her chest.

You run your hands down her front as you begin to kneel, your fingers caressing the opening at the end of her abdomen. She reacts under your touch, opening up, and you can see the slight folds where her ovipositor is tucked inside still. It extends outward a bit as you touch, dipping your fingers into the opening. Her ovipositor releases, stretching out toward the warmth of your hand, and you caress it, thumbing over the slit in the top.

Valéria's hands twist into your hair gently, and when you look up at her you can see the curl of her tongue, her huge eyes staring down at you. They’re inscrutable, but you think she seems a bit awed. As you stroke her, you can feel the gently bumps of eggs under the delicate skin. It sends a thrill up your spine, and Valéria begins to kneel as well, nudging you back against a pile of pillows.

“Just relax, sweet.” She begins shuffling around pillows, until your laying on your back, knees up.

She shoves more and more under your hips and then stands, leaving you resting mostly on your shoulders. She settles between your legs and grasps one, pulling it up and toward her shoulder. The other she leaves dangling, and your toes barely having any traction on the bed. She uses your leg to move you a  bit, and her firms grasp is thrilling. You can see her eyes staring down at you, and when she finally settles in close, you can see the length of her ovipositor as it approaches your entrance.

The very tip of it slips inside you, and you gasp out as she presses even deeper inside. You can feel the first bump of an egg pressing against your entrance, and you breathe out slowly and carefully as it pushes its way inside you. After that, the next two press in easy, and the she’s settled against you. She reaches out and ghosts a hand over your stomach.

“It’s time.” Valéria doesn’t give you much pause to be ready, before you can feel the eggs traveling deeper inside you, pushing the point where you feel they can’t possibly go any deeper. Valéria’s wings beat silently and slowly behind her, and your eyes trace the bright white lines of them as they do.

The eggs push in deep and suddenly the pressure of them just becomes a light weight, leaving you feeling like you’ve just eaten a grand meal. You adjust to the feeling, squirming a bit, and open your mouth to explain to her that this wasn't nearly as bad as she made it out to be, when suddenly your cut off by your own moaning gasp. Another set of three eggs are sliding down through her ovipositor, and though they’re the same relatively small size; like a mandarin orange; it still leaves you gasping with the feeling of pressure and depth as they enter inside you. As the next three enter, you adjust to it rather easily. The three after that, come harder and leave you squirming, gasping for air as you feel like you can’t quite get comfortable again.

Valéria produces a glass of honey sweetened water from somewhere you can't see, and you drink from it greedily, and it leaves your lips sticky. Valéria dips her tongue into it, drinking as well, and as you grin at the sight, three more eggs begin to be pumped into you. You feel stuffed and heavy, and start to feel as though you can’t fully breathe. You can see your stomach rounding out as you take the last group of eggs, entrance and insides sore.

Valéria pulls out slowly, carefully, and you watch as the ovipositor shrinks back into her abdomen. She lifts you carefully and pulls the pillows from your hips. As you settle to lie flat, you can see the distension of your stomach even more obviously, just a subtle curve of life. You rest your hands on it, and Valéria comes back to wipe sweat away from your face with a washcloth. You hadn’t even realized she’s drifted away, so preoccupied by the life you were knowing holding, safe and warm, inside you. You feel warm and sleepy, and your eyes drift open and closed; mimicking the gentle sway of Valéria’s wings. She lays down beside you, curling around you like a soft, warm blanket.

“Thank you.” You find yourself saying, “for trusting me.”

“Oh, sweet, no. Thank you.” Valéria replies, and then you lay in still quiet, the scent of honey and flowers still thick on your skin.

[selfindulgences]

thank you for blessing me with sfw monster stories the way you write about them makes them all seem really lovely. elan's my favorite i'd love to give him a kiss

you are so welcome anon! I’m so glad that you like them! Most of my fics will likely be sfw (unless requested otherwise) so hopefully I’ll make a lot of content that you’ll enjoy! 

i’m sure Elan would love a kiss from you! 

(I do have a few NSFW coming up, but I’ll mark them in them in the title so you can avoid.)

[mintstermonsters]

So, @selfindulgences wrote the most awesome bit of halloween “drabble” (their word) earlier today and I totally FELL for this shadowy demon boyfriend. HARD. I REALLY want to adopt this fella or something, so I can get my greedy little paws on him for snuggles. <3 Anyway, I hope that if you see this, that you like it! And that I was somewhat accurate to the look you had in mind.

[selfindulgences]

Oh. My. Gosh. Guys, check this out! Thank you so much! He looks perfect!